Random Thursday

It’s warmer this morning in New York City than in Midland. So, maybe there is something to that whole global warming thing after all. Which reminds me…I need to go delete some emails. Be right back.

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Now, where were we?

• This is pretty exciting. Local singer/songwriter/attorney (and fellow Aggie) Ron Eckert has a new Christmas song out just in time for, well, Christmas. (What are the odds?) The song is entitled The Wench Who Stole Christmas and it’s available for purchase and download via CDBaby. The really exciting part is that Wench is one of the featured new listings today on CDBaby’s home page (as of a few minutes ago, it’s actually the first featured song on that website). Ron will eventually have a couple more original Christmas songs available, but Wench is the one that’s getting some area radio airplay. Do him a favor and buy a copy. Better yet, call your local radio station and request the song, and if they say they don’t know anything about it, give ’em the equivalent of a teen eyeroll. [Disclosure: Ron’s is one of my website clients.]
• I see that the White House party crashers are now claiming that a dead cell phone battery prevented them from hearing the message that their names didn’t make the White House guest list. I guess that excuse is the modern equivalent of “the dog ate my homework,” and is only slightly more plausible than claiming they were the victims of alien abduction or sleepwalking. Actually, they might have had more credibility had they claimed that a sleepwalking alien dog ate their cell phone battery.
• Someone on Twitter yesterday put forth the notion that Tiger Woods should perhaps hereafter be referred to as Cheetah. *rimshot*
• I realize it’s not a laughing matter, but I still get the giggles from a mental picture of Elin Nordegren whaling away on her husband with a 3 iron, and him finally making a clumsy Escalade escape, only to careen off various inanimate objects, with her in hot pursuit. I guess he’s fortunate that he doesn’t make his living as a big game hunter.
• We spent a very pleasurable evening at the Petroleum Club’s Christmas Ball last night, courtesy of my wife’s employer. The music, company, and food was all first-rate, as you might expect. However, because of where we were seated, we were among the last tables to be served, and the band had already begun playing by the time we started in on the softball-sized chunk of filet. When a particularly danceable song started, we adjourned to the dance floor…only to return to find that an overly efficient staff had removed our meals!To add insult to injury, one of the fellows at our table had been left with a solitary dinner roll on his bread plate, and as he reached for it (apparently noticing all the covetous glances from his tablemates), a white-coated server grabbed it from the table and made off with it. No bread for you!

  Fortunately, we had availed ourselves of plenty of appetizers and had put away enough of the main course that we weren’t exactly deprived of calories. But you can bet that when the dessert arrived, we never let it out of our sight.

In closing, I noticed that one of my cousin-in-laws posted this on his Facebook page: Just received from the UPS guy the radioactive particles and magnetic field sources needed to help my son begin his science project. This is going to be great!

Yeah, I can’t think of a single thing that could possibly go wrong in that scenario. Just to be on the safe side, I suggest avoiding the central part of Texas for, say, the next 50,000 years.